Once the three patients had been chosen, the venue immediately became more lively than before.
Everyone present was well-known doctors from the area. Excluding the western doctors, as long as
one was a traditional doctor, he would have learned the four ways of diagnosing a patient: to look,
listen, question, and feel their pulse, and it was only the matter of higher or lower skills.
These people looked at the three patients and started whispering among each other, discussing them.
âThe young womanâs stomach had a slight bulge. It seems like sheâs pregnant.â
âLook at that young boy. His face is yellow and thin. Heâs obviously malnourished.â
âAnd that old man, no matter how I look at him⦠He looks kind of strange. His face is too pale, and his
body seems to be lifeless. Based on the situation, these signs would usually only appear on corpses.
Itâs going to be a bit annoying, this patient, and it really will be a test of skill.â
Hearing the discussion around them, Cheryl started to become quite nervous.
She was also a brilliant doctor in her own right, and when she saw the old man, she was also surprised
and also felt it to be strange. She unknowingly grasped Alexâs hand and softly said, âAlex, that old man,
his condition just doesnât seem right. Look at his face. The complexion is stiff and not like a living
person at all, Itâs like⦠Itâs like I can also see livor mortis on his body.
Are my eyes going bad?â
Alex also looked at the three patients on stage.
He didnât feel much from Cheryl holding his hand, and he even gently rubbed hers. He said in a
lowered voice, âYou didnât see it wrongly. It is livor mortis indeed. This old man is dead!â
âWhat kind of big joke are you making in broad daylight? Can the dead walk up by themselves?â
Phoebe, who sat on the right, had heard what they were saying and leaned in to give her own two
cents, interrupting them.
After she finished talking, she even rolled her big eyes at Alex.
Alex said, âThatâs because you lack knowledge and experience. You are also ill informed and narrow
minded.â
Phoebe was speechless.
However, Cheryl couldnât seem to believe it. âIs that true? Isnât it⦠A little ridiculous?â
âThis apprentice of your grandfatherâs isnât some random commoner. This is a trap for your grandfather.
The three patients are all strange, and he must have arranged for this in advance. Iâm afraid that this is
a gamble that your grandfather wonât win.â
âWhat?!â
Cheryl wrung her fingers anxiously. âWhat should I do? Ganoderma is my grandfatherâs lifetime blood
and sweat. If he loses it to that Darven, I canât imagine how he will accept it. Alex, can you help my
grandfather? Iâll give you whatever you want.â
âDo you even need to ask? Iâm sure heâll be greedy for your body,â Phoebe said from the side.
Alex cast a glare at her. âIâm greedy for yours.â
The little girlâs heart thumped heavily in her chest, and she crossed her arms to hug herself.
However, she didnât back away. Instead, she looked up at the stage and said, âApart from the old man,
the pregnant woman and the child look to be normal!â
âYouâll see in a bit,â Alex said.
When he said this, the competition on stage seemed to begin.
They had also found three doctors from different regions to serve as judges.
At this moment, Alex stood up and said loudly, âWait a moment!â
His shout had Chi in it.
His voice seemed to rumble like thunder in the hall. Everyone turned their heads to look at him.
Alex walked past Phoebe⦠As the front and back rows had relatively small space, when he squeezed
past her, he tripped on something somehow, and his butt landed directly on Phoebeâs upper body.
âOh my god, are you trying to squash me to death by sitting on me?!â Phoebe yelled out in surprise,
quickly pushing Alex away.
Her chest was boiling, and she was furious to the point she was about to pass out. But Alex was
completely different. He looked⦠A little reluctant as he turned around and apologized softly before
squeezing past her again.
Then, he walked toward the stage.
âBastard, he must have done it on purpose!â
âShameless, pervert! Ow, ow, it hurts! It canât be that he sat on me until I got lobular hyperplasia, right?!
If they start sagging, Iâm going to make you pay!â